Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

I hate it when the highs bring the lows
and each dive delivers a mightier blow
I am let down deeper I slowly drown
My mind is set in an invisible frown
Now I hide the suffocation inside
Because I need to be strong for the ride of the high.

My elusive dreams
                           ....Tiptoe, hide         u
                                                         o      n
                                                      r ­            d
Massive  j    g     e                     boulders
                      a    g    d
Hindering me from            a d  v   a    n     c      i      n       g
And doing nothing but  f l i r t i n g  with success
Is the most I can manage
D      n        i
      a       c        n
                                   g        in the S s H h A a D d O o W w S s  of  flying colors
That....
            ........... chase each other
Too  f a s t  for me to catch
And when I do,
Dreams make like minnows
And s
              l       t        e    
                   i        h       r
through my fingers
Just as I thought
I'd caught them

I never did tell you the truth,
I thought one day I would meet you again
and that would be the time for honesty.
I would tell you how everything I became was because of you and,
how you served as a constant reminder
of how sweet love could be.

Every night I prayed to God to give me one more day with you
but he would always say:
“The path of an angel cannot be determined by the desperation of one stupid girls heart.”
He was right.

I always wonder what could have been though,
if I didn’t feel like a stranger in my own city
maybe we would have…

who knows.

Because now I’m far away,
chasing a dream that you unknowingly inspired
and even though I have new surroundings,
new friends and new faces.
All I think of is you.

Every achievement, every accolade, every smile,
is yours.
I regret you never knew that
and I’m sorry it has taken me this long to tell you
but I struggled to find the words so,
forgive me.

I love you.
I mean that not in the typical romantic sense
but in a sense words cannot even explain
I,
just know I love you.


I hope you never forget me,
and all your wishes come true.
And there should be double the chance
because every time you wish on star
I wish on one too.
For you.

So my beautiful first love,
may the droplets of sunshine forever rain on your life.
May they light up the sky,
the way you still light up my dreams, at night.

I am the perfect prey
vulnerable and weak
malleable and persuaded
slow to hear my hunters treading feet
my head is lost in flighty dreams
I will not put up a fight
my eyes are beguiled by the deep hues of lust
they are quick to believe my hunters guise

I am the perfect prey
you will never see me flee
my feet stay rooted, buried in the ground

I am a victim who yearns to be a target
as each assailant feeds one by one
I mourn that I could not give more
shredded by their greedy hunger
clever hunters cannot pass an easy meal

But no one pity’s nature prey
when I was the one designed this way.

Often times you twist and bend my emotions to your will, I become a caricature and puppet on the strings of the most precious, witty and beautiful woman in all the world. You are my beloved, and there is no better feeling than the fire we create when in the presence of one another. Gazing into your eyes fills me with warmth and splendor that only an astronaut can feel when he gazes at images of space. He knows there is so much that has yet to be uncovered, so much to explore all the while discovering amazing things along the way. Discovering things about himself and the infinitely beautiful, mysterious and deep space. Your beauty is reminiscent of a Swan nebula, but in your case, how fitting that the alternative name be Omega nebula. Both names fitting, you have the grace and striking beauty of the Swan, while maintaining the presence of mind and the calm that is expected of Royalty. Your beauty is reminiscent of a supernova; untamed and bursting with fierce warm energy that is at times threatening, yet baring witness to such an occurrence in nature is an incomparable privilege that few experience. The possibilities are endless, opportunity for unsurpassed success and cataclysmic disaster lurk at each attempt to explore the unknown. Your heart and mind are my unknown, I have discovered so much about you and all that you have to offer, but still, there is an indeterminate amount that I have yet to uncover. You appear innocent and  naïve at times and at others distant and cold at others warm and loving. There is an enchanting spell that you have woven within the fabric of my soul and spirit that draws me back to your tender embrace helplessly.  Being within your grasp and falling prey to your seduction over and again is only surpassed by the very first time my eyes met yours. Falling for another, could not even compare to your coquetry. Your presence fomenting emotions that conflict while your words assuage these same emotions, making them no less than a welcome breeze on searing August afternoon. You are greatly missed. In your absence, I pine for our next encounter, so that once again our eyes can meet and I can become an astronaut gazing at images of space, eager to uncover the wonders of the unknown, the unknown that I have come to love and revere. An unknown that can only be regarded as the consummate frontier, yet a frontier with depths known to only the cosmos and only willing to share with those who dare.

I was born to believe
my wings were already clipped.
Stuck, like feet in the mud.

I was born to believe
there is no life outside
of what we have here.

I was born to believe
that there is no grass
on the other side at all.

I was born to believe
in one too many fallacies.
Ha, I'll show you!

There are skeletons in my closet
And monsters under my bed.
My ears are ringing,
with threats, unsaid.

Voices whisper,
but never caress
my body, no.
My mind they adress.

A thought that always
grinds with frustration.
Is this all real?
     or imagination?

There are skeletons in my closet
And monsters under my bed
But none of them compare
to this demon in my head.